Alessia Cara Net Worth Novels & Stories

replied Cara, almost as though she had forgotten that she had sold her own daughter back then. This, of course, made Xavia fume with rage. Nine thousand dollars? Did Cara think that her money grew on trees?! Even if she had Zivon’s black card and the Lockharts had given her ten million dollars, never would she have thought of spending all that money this wastefully! In fact, she had never even bought anything overly extravagant for herself in the first place! Still, there were too many people here, and if people were to learn what she actually looked like—or if Cara decided to cause a scene—, the consequences would surely be disastrous…

“But... uh, you are fat and ugly. My brother doesn't even fancy you, and he probably hasn't even touched you, right?” Alessia winced at the blunt question, knowing there was truth in Bianca's words. Despite carrying the title of Mrs. Carter, she hadn't fulfilled its expectations. Even updates on her husband's whereabouts came through hearsay. She pressed her lips together, her gaze fixed on the message on her phone. Alessia chuckled softly. Since their lives were so intertwined, she might as well lend fate a helping hand. Half an hour later, Alessia had drafted a divorce agreement and made her way to the Ritz Hotel.

She had a feeling that a significant battle was about to unfold. - Alessia was waiting for Harmonia outside the office. As Harmonia emerged, a cascade of curiosity enveloped Alessia, and she promptly sought insights into the investment. The revelation that Harmonia had gracefully invested two hundred million dollars into Viviane to officially become a shareholder of Viviane left Alessia utterly astounded, her astonishment mirrored in the agape elegance of her parted lips. “Two hundred million dollars?! Viviane’s market value is just over a hundred million dollars!” Alessia exclaimed as she stared at Harmonia and inquired eagerly, “Miss Marsh, when will you be investing in Aureole Media?”

I returned the smile and introduced myself as well, but I was curious to know more about her. With a quick thought, I activated the AI in my lenses and focused on her face. The AI quickly provided more details—her real name was Karen, and she had a net worth of $12 million. I was impressed; she was not just attractive, but also wealthy. This was going to be an interesting meeting.

her mother said softly, and before finally leaving her alone. Alessia took a deep breath and turned to her wardrobe. If she was going to face Luca, she would do it looking her best. Her fingers trailed over fabrics until she chose a silver silk gown that hugged her figure, giving her the soft, luminous glow of a sweet sixteen. Red heels and a matching bag added a sharp contrast, and she slicked on a gloss that caught the light every time she moved her lips. She didn't let herself hesitate. Minutes later, she was in a taxi, the city blurring past, her heart pounding with every mile that brought her closer to him.

She had a bag of expensive makeup in her hand and a smug, ugly grin on her lips. Alessia took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm. She didn't want to fight in the middle of a public place. "Go away, Liora. I don't have time for your foolishness today." Liora took a step closer, her eyes flashing with pure venom. "What’s the matter, Alessia? Did your billionaire husband leave you alone today? Or did he finally realize what a fat, useless burden you are? Everyone on the internet is talking about you. Everyone knows what kind of cheap woman you really are."

Soren opened his mouth to dismantle my argument, but a sudden, confident voice interrupted us before he could speak. "Well, this is absolutely fascinating," Alessia Moreau announced, stepping up to our table with an amused smile playing on her lips. I leaned back in my chair, looking up at the daughter of the wealthiest fashion mogul in Europe. Alessia thrived on social leverage, knowing exactly who held power and how to manipulate campus dynamics to her advantage. "Alessia," I greeted, gesturing vaguely to the empty chair beside me. "Are you here to critique our financial models, or are you just contributing to the campus surveillance?"

I just watched her unravel. "You think fifty million euros gives you a free pass?" Alesia screamed, her voice echoing off the glass walls of my office. "If you were really such a great businesswoman, your name would be everywhere! But nobody knows you! You are a fraud. All you do is look for rich men to steal from. But you are not taking Marco from me!" I let out a soft, amused sigh. It was pathetic, she sounded so incredibly insecure. "Is that right?" I murmured.

Someone the jury won't trust. Is Alessia actually guilty of anything? Probably not. But that's not my problem. My problem is finding something—anything—that Victoria can use. And I'm very good at my job. Day one, I start with the basics. Public records. Court documents. Financial history. Alessia Reed Walker, age thirty-seven. Born in Lagos, Nigeria. Moved to Los Angeles at age twelve. Parents deceased. Mother died two years ago. Father died when she was sixteen. No siblings.

Elena at charity galas where tickets cost a million dollars each. "This can't be right," Marcus whispered. "She was nobody. A waitress working at some dive bar. I saved her from that life." "You didn't save her from anything. She was hiding." Frank pointed to a document. "See this? Her personal net worth is estimated at forty-seven billion dollars. Billion, with a B. She owns companies you've probably never heard of. Art worth hundreds of millions. Real estate on three continents." Marcus's vision swam. "No. No, this is wrong. I would have known. Someone would have told me."